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I have nothing to lose but my wounds.

 anna magee

Your face lies somewhere Beneath the crumbling dirt, Raw and consuming

anna magee

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/1-499016

Paper Waltz

- anna magee (March 13th, 2015)

Another poem from high school!

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/paper-waltz

Sunday Drives

January 3rd, 2021

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/sunday-drives

Silence

anna magee (March 1st, 2021)

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/silence-494684

People Pleaser

February 17th, 2021

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/people-pleaser

Butterfingers

anna magee (August, 2017)

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/butterfingers

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Sleep withers away

Each new day, in

Such a special way

One that makes me say

I may survive today...

No Way

anna magee (April 6, 2021)

Love in Portland

We took a walk

through Portland lights,

He asked me why

breakups made him feel like a 

balloon pressing too close to 

a sharp ceiling

He looked at me and smiled

But he didn’t choose me.

At 3 am he wrapped his thoughts

A little too closely to the pain

So I tiptoed up stairs at dawn

And slid into his bed

To warm his body and his brain

But he didn’t choose me.

On rainy nights we jumped in puddles 

and talked about the future

in a playground down the street

He told me his dreams

And I told him mine

A shooting star crossed the sky

But he didn’t choose me.

Down the road now a little ways

In a sunny September glaze

He told me he missed me

In the bed in the attic

He cried into my body

And I felt my release

But he didn’t choose me.

He came back again

The weekend after

To drink the devil’s wine

Drunk; a laugh, a kiss

Talk of old times

He said he was sorry

But he didn’t choose me.

Now the summer sun

Is obscured behind buildings

Touching the sky

And he took me to his heart

And gave it all to me

And said if he could go back

And do it all again

He would choose me.

I fought my way into his head

Into his thoughts, into his bed

For so hard and so long

But now that the time had come

All the things inside my head

All the things he’d ever said

Built a wall between him and I

He asked me to choose him.

I chose myself.

anna magee (~ July 2016)

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/love-portland